Messi Poems

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The heartbeat of millions I am sorry! BILLIONS His name is Lionel Andreas Messi The messiah of football I am sure that he is known to you all And the ‘MESSI ERA’ shall never fall His 360 is unbeatable His

April 1, 2015

Poems you will love

Can you hear? Can you hear his footsteps? On the highway to light, From the alley of darkness? The sky is waving her hands, The ground is raising her sands, In the stormy wind of his entrance, As it’s one,

Silence in crowded place is like a mirage in desert Silence after failing in Exams is like a darkness in the Noon Silence in Hospital is like a noose around the neck Silence between the couple is like a volcano

Someone needs to love you Hell is just a destination, Something for us to fear. You can’t stop your destiny friend, You can only live right here. Right now is where the heart beats, Right now is the time, Tomorrow

What is normal? We live in a world where everything seems normal. It’s normal to have two eyes and one head. It’s normal to live on a ball floating in a limitless void. It’s normal to have two sexes for

A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon, and turns into a vast lake of tears. They were fighting for their right to remain poor and hungry. It was a fractured amnesia in the pit of flesh. Was it a pink

As I watch the empty spaces I think As I hear the frightened voices I ask As I see the mindless actions I wonder When will it all end? Idle threats and broken promises Empty hearts and expressionless faces Are

Shylock and Portia, in a court-scene, One to shed blood, and the other Not to shed blood, on one and the same condition, To be true to the court, in favor of justice, On rules and regulations, against Antonio, A

If Only I had listened to her, She would now be here with me. Not another nameless figure In another emotionless list Of those gone from this world of the living. I was too preoccupied in my own world While

Dancing Shadows High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream, dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk. A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall

He didn’t let you shed tears a sentinel who masked all your fears, donned assorted roles for fun at times a horse other times a son, made you stand on his toes he was the ring encircling you close, the

I can see the sun fading Darkness here and there Hold my hand, let’s go miles away, To the world where somebody cares I know you are upset Trying to light your face with fake smiles Don’t you remember your

A motley group had made an affiliation of sorts It sprouted and mushroomed in our back lane And there was born a poetry club with no name Passion it was for the verses written in Urdu That linked them beyond

That’s the coldest yet, the words on my father’s lips, each night from October to spring, as he stood at the back door shaking the East Belfast rain off his coat, and stamping the mud off his Shipyard boots, before

This fathomless free fall of hollowness This unceasing relentless devouring of happiness May it cut so meaningfully deep…. as deep as my heart once sang. For the wounds reflect an unyielding hope, untouchable memories, cherished moments. Ascent and descent ..

YOU UPSET THE GRACE OF LIVING WHEN YOU LIE: LETTERS THE DEAD DISPATCH ‘the singing of the song sustained an echo of the life…’ (Tim Hardin 1940 – 1980) you say you hear voices in your head, and that one

This kitsch makes you hollow, kleptomaniac. You become blind in green ready to make a dumb leap from tall cliff. Contempt for climactic throats. The man walks on water to meet death in icebox. Pink torch like royal command signals,

She can barely walk after a gruesome day at work There are bruises on her forehead, her knees looks like they hurt Her face looks pale and her smile has gone grim Her hands look wrinkled, her hair badly needs

They aren’t half as malicious as you make them to be, not half as cruel as your intentions can be. Gullible and docile, with wits so fragile, you wish you had been kinder. You toss and turn, till vicious they

When you have nothing left. It is imminent that you create your own peace of mind with every direction. Take some time out and evaluate. Reevaluate. Make peace with the things which we control, and the things we cannot. In

A plug dismantles a temper unveils a pink bullet-hole on the fore-head. A butterfly flutters and then sits on the lips, offers an apology for the smile. The water blooms in eyes cascading to chest for measuring the mounts. Who

While walking to the store, I pass by so many beautiful flowers. There is the beautiful pink roses in full bloom and oleander. As I walk further, I see the beautiful crepe myrtles with Watermelon red, pink carnation and pearly

Bearded face still looks from the severed head, in timeless gaze after the spitting blast. A nimbus cloud is lobbed on the tormentor to stop burning; the silver urn contains the daisy sick to wean away the enemy of tender

For years I have been plagued with insecurity Only to have believed to find myself And with a gust of inspiration I took a chance to share happiness But like a winter’s harvest There was nothing left to salvage at

You can’t walk down those halls again they don’t smell right your blood chemistry has shifted no longer fearing a foreign language exam except in those dreams which creep in from umber corners reach out skeletal fingers to fuse the

The destination of life is same for all, Just the path gets contrasting as we crawl, A few reach the destination with comfort, And most reach it with a lot of tiring effort, In the end heads are high for